Because it was recorded in the studio, the recording process of the entire direct race was very tedious and long, which made those players who did not have their turn very lonely, more lonely than fireworks.

There are nine places to enter the semi-finals of the direct competition, nine out of twenty, the first place directly enters the final, and ten players are eliminated, and the odds of choosing one of the two.

The rate of returning home is still quite high.

This makes some players who are a little less strong feel like they are in the last game.

When the camera cut away and no longer filmed the contestants' area, there was a handsome young man, who came to Meng Ke's side, first motionless, and then began to whisper: "The god of time, I will probably go home after this end, can you satisfy my little wish?"

"I know that's excessive, but I really want to see you for what you really are. ”

"Of course, if you really don't want to, then can you help me write a song, I really like the works you create. ”

"The price is negotiable, you speak, I will never bargain. ”

"I know it's inconvenient to talk about things here, but I don't have the contact information of the great god, why don't you give me a mobile phone number?"

"Are you going to say something?"

"I'm begging you, okay, just no, you just don't see me?"

Meng Ke, who slept like he was awake, didn't say a word, didn't move, and then the handsome young man slipped away in a daze, slipped back to his seat, and his mouth was not clean: "A special songwriter master, not very famous, not a small temper, don't you just know how to create, don't you just understand suspense, the master wants to see, what the hell is it on the day the mask is taken off!"

"Anyway...... More handsome than you!" Behind the handsome young man, a beautiful woman with makeup mocked, "If you want to rub the flow of gods, how can it be so simple, just you? hum!"

After the beauty finished taunting the guy, she twisted her body and rubbed over.

After all, she is a scheming, and her sitting posture is so sultry, if Meng Ke hadn't fallen asleep, she would have taken action, this beauty sat next to Meng Ke, and without saying a word, she was trying her best to tease.

And then.

Five minutes passed.

The beauty rubbed her sore waist, pouted, pinched the side of Meng Ke's thigh, and then ...... Straight away.

The severe pain made Meng Ke shiver and wake up.

The corners of the mouth are slightly wet.

But you can't wipe it with a mask.

......

Taking a cool breath, Meng Ke quietly observed the surroundings, but there was nothing.

Isn't that right?

Could it be haunted?

Dreams shouldn't have such real pain!

It's weird.

Meng Ke's state was naturally the focus of attention, and seeing that Meng Ke finally moved, Wang Aiguo, who had been at the scene, walked over and kicked him: "Are you okay?"

Sitting in the player's position, Meng Ke, who had just slept for half a while, what could he say? Say that something is wrong? Say that he is sleepy and want to sleep?

Unless you're sick!

Meng Ke shook his head, saying that he had no problems at all, and was as stable as an old dog.

Wang Aiguo's palm fell on Meng Ke's shoulder, and patted it thoughtfully: "Don't be affected by the things at home, relax, you can definitely do it, I have always been optimistic about you." ”

“……？”

"What do you mean?"

"What's going on at home, you know a fart!"

Meng Ke raised his head suspiciously, and looked at Wang Aiguo with an expressionless mask, our relationship is good, and how old are you, but this can't be an excuse for you to ridicule others!

Wang Aiguo raised his hand and pointed to the rightmost corner of the first row of the audience in the distance: "It's really not easy for your father, he came all the way to support you on the spot, and he also talked to me about your family's affairs, it's okay, there is a brother, it can be solved, you can relax, you don't have to be preoccupied all the time, when the champion night passes, the resources in the station will come down, just one million, it's just a commercial performance." ”

Meng Ke: "......?"

Wang Aiguo looked at Meng Ke's mask, and for the first time, he felt that he seemed to be able to see through the face under the faceless. This is a gentleman whose filial piety is higher than the sky, even if the family is so complicated, even if he is young, he dares to take responsibility, bravely carries heavy burdens, and is a good boy!

Wang Aiguo thought for a moment and said, "Brother didn't mistake you. ”

After saying this, Wang Aiguo left with his hands behind his back.

Meng Ke looked at Wang Aiguo's back, and squinted at the audience in the distance, feeling in his heart that he was really a dog.

I slept for such a short time, and the world changed?

What a thing!

Why did Meng Dalei come to Mingzhu?

You can still enter this recording site, it's enough to break it, I underestimated you before, Comrade Meng, what do you want to do?

Meng Ke didn't understand it when he thought about it, and he didn't understand the meaning of Wang Aiguo's words, saying that it was close, but it felt that the strength was not enough, and it was a bit far-fetched to say that it was a threat.

In order to sign a contract for yourself, this starts PR?

If Meng Ke is not a crossing boss, he will sign a contract, but he is not a rookie, how much ink is in his stomach, he knows very well, how can he sell himself just because of a small trendy music competition.

If you sign a contract with this kind of company, how will the works copied in the future be counted?

Count your own?

Or is it corporate?

It is impossible for a talent singer to become a partner and get shares in a short period of time, at best he is just a senior worker.

Stinky brother.

If you sign a deed of sale, anyone can bully you.

It's not as good as the treatment of the online text platform, a chapter is a chapter, there is an income if you have a subscription, as for copyright, half is half of the points.

Third-rate writers are not qualified to talk about copyright.

Meng Ke has thought about it, and when he copies three or five books of great gods, he will talk to the platform directly when the time comes, at least ...... At least Yu Jirui must not be allowed to be the editor-in-chief, there are people in the court who are easy to do.

It's better to be your own woman.

This beautiful idea made Meng Ke come up with an idea directly: "Why don't you sing a song to your editor?"

The goddess of the forest wood system deserves a chance to confess in public.

After all...... After all, I just made people angry yesterday, and I want to coax them.

Thinking so, Meng Ke directly sent a message to Yu Jirui: "Boss, have you watched the variety show "Trend Music Competition"?"

Ten seconds later, the message replied: "No, no time, just words and sweets." ”

"Don't you love me?" Meng Ke is Nima's hand, he can send whatever he wants, shameless.

"Get out!"

"It's so sad, I was thinking of singing a song for you in the competition. ”

"Competition?singing?"

"Yes, I also participated in this "Trend Music Competition", you can take a look, the one wearing the mask is me, I sing well, or you can listen to it too. ”